It was just a regular family get together. Mera naam Cenu hai. Mere massi ki ladki, Ayesha, apne college Mathura se Bihar jaa rahi thi. Since the journey is too long, she always takes a break in journey at Delhi.
Ye uski issi saal me teesri visit thi toh, saara routine set tha. I would pick her up the from station, she would spend a night at our house. Then we would go to my mama’s house for a night, then back to my house.Then she’s off too Bihar.
Since our childhood we have not seen much of each other, except for family function or some get together, for the obvious reasons of distance. But her frequent visits changed the status quo. Now we were more accustomed to each other, at least when we meet aur talked occasionally.
So, this time also I went to pick her up at Nizamuddin railway station.
Ayesha: Ohh hi! this is Monica my friend from college.
Cenu: Hi Monica.
Saying this I hugged Ayesha. Ayesha hamesha hi chup chup se rahti thi, aur jab tak mood naa ho, koi baat hi nahi karti thi, usme Punjabiyo wali koi baat hi nahi thi.
Par main thehera core se Punjabi. Loud, foodaholic, ek daam ghabru jawaan. And she was none of it. So whenever we used to hang out I used to call her names and teased her for being the odd one out.This is how we bonded.
From station I brought her home. As mom and dad used to come by 9 in the night, we spent our time talking about college and some rubbish about politics environment till we had the company of my parents.
We had dinner after that. It was decided that my mom and sister would sleep in one room and my dad and me in another.
After everyone fell asleep, I was in the hall’s balcony talking to my girlfriend, who was off to Madhya Pradesh, her home for the vacations.
Versha: Meri yaad aati hai?
Cenu: Aaj kal to zyada hi aa rahi hai. 3 hafte se upar ho gaye hai, jaldi aa jao naa.
Versha: Tumhe bass tharak chadhi rahti hai jab dekho. Kabhi kuch aur bhi kar liya karo.
Cenu: Bol to aise rahi hai jaise mere naam ki ungli nahi kar rahi ho abhi.
Versha: Yaar ye to hai, lekin mujhe badi sharm aati hai ye sab baate karte hue.
Cenu: Aacha ji, aur classroom me muh me lete hue kha jaati hai tere sharm.
Versha: Yaar woh sabh tere galti hai, tere paas aate hi sab system kharab ho jaate hai aur kacchi geeli.
Cenu: Tera maan karta hai toh mere naam ke bil kyu phaad rahi hai.
Cenu: Aacha sunn ye bata abhi kitti gilli hai.
Versha: Bhoot!! Tere phone aate hi dhadkn badh jaati hai, yaar ek baat bolu.
Versha: Tere ungliyo ka kamal mere ungliya kar hi nahi paati.
Cenu: Mujhe bhi tere chuchiyo ki badi yaad aati hai, ek photo bhej de aaj ussi ko dekh ke hilla lunga.
Versha: Pahele ki itni padi hai wahi dekh lo.
Cenu: Woh to purani ho gayi, iss semester ke baad to badh gayi hai tere chuchiya bhi.
Versha: Chup raho tum.
Cenu: Tujhse baat karne ke baad to hilaye bina so bhi nahi paunga.
Versha: Chal yaar tu hila le, mujhe lag raha hai mummy jaag gayi hai, aur waise bhi mere geeli ho chuki hai mai bhi saaf kar ke soti hu.
Cenu: Sunn to. Maine tere naam ka packet le ke rakha hua hai, jab tu aayegi ussi din use karenege.
Versha: Yaar! Aise maat bol kaunsa hai?
Cenu: Tera favourite, strawberry.
Versha: Sunn, tu woh liberary wala yaad kar ke hilyo aaj. Mai jab aaungi to tabhi kholenge.
Cenu: Aur badha rahi hai mere hawas tu bass.
Versha: Chal bye, muuhhh, aaj isse kaam chala le.
Phone kaatne taak tharak ek daam chadh chuki thi and I needed to use my jaganath (apna haath jaganath). But as I turned around I found my sister standing there in the hall.
All my tharak was replaced by fear, my face was drained off its colour. I did not know what to say. Aacha khaasa muth maarne wala tha, aur ab gaand hi phat gayi.
My sister walked towards me with a bottle of water in hand.
Ayesha: Ye le paani pe le, tab se baat kar raha hai gala sukh gaya hoga.
Cenu: Hmm, ha.
Bada ajeeb saa ho gaya to maine himmat kar ke puch hi liya.
Cenu: Ayesha kya kya sunna??
Ayesha looked at me, with a smile. Her smile told me she had heard enough. So I turned out in my defence.
Cenu: Yaar ye sabh to common hai. girlfriend hai meri.
She started acting all cool and superior.
Ayesha: Fir kitte baar kaar chuka hai uske saath?
She gave a naughty look, this eased me a bit.
Cenu: Bahot baar, ek saal se chal raha hai.
Ayesha: Kaha?? Ghar pee??
Cenu: Nahi, Oyo book karte hai. Safe rahta hai aur din bhar koi tension nahi.
Ayesha: Toh PDA type nahi ho tum.
Cenu: Ho jaata hai kai baar, kai baar fun me kar lete hai, mast orgasm aata hai public spot pe, lekin woh shy hai to itna hota nahi hai.
Ayesha: Sahi hai yaar, Delhi me hone ka pura fayada uttha raha hai.
Cenu: Itna dhukhi kyu hai, tera boyfriend kisi kaam ka nahi hai kya?
Ayesha: Aisa nahi hai, itna asan nahi hota Mathura me.
Ayesha : Aisa hi hai yaar mathura me.
This conversation was reliving a lot of stress of mine and I was again getting hard.
Cenu: Fir kaise karte hai?
Ayesha: Jab uske ghar me koi nahi hota, yaa use kisi ka ghar khali mil jaata hai.
Cenu: Toh fir kitti baar mere behen ghodi ban chuki hai?
Woh sharma ke apna chehra chuppa rahi thi. Now my confidence and hard on was increasing. So being a little confident I asked.
Cenu: Ab bata bhi de tune to sari baate sunn hi li hai.
Ayesha: Yaar aise maat bol.
Cenu: Aacha tu to halki bhi hai naa, tujhe tu ucchal ke hi kar leta hoga.
And for the first time I was measuring my sister with my eyes.
She was vey fair, about 5.5”, just till my shoulders. Slim with no protruding tummy, hand full of breast, not too big, but looked good on her posture. Her ass was exact round and her pyjama stuck up her ass providing a great move.
She had nails painted red, just the right amount to give you a memento for the night. Her hairs long enough to give a good horse ride. She realised that I was checking her out.
Ayesha: Aise maat dekh behen hu teri.
Cenu: Are nahi,to bata naa fir kitti baar ucchal chuki hai.
Ayesha: Haa kai baari uchaal chuka hai who.
Ye bolte hi woh aur sharma gayi.
Cenu: Aur kaha kaha marwa chuki hai
Ayesha: Yaar, tu kitta ganda hai aise kaun puchta hai apni behen se.
Cenu: Aacha chal ye bata kaun se position aachi lagi.
Ayesha: Aisa hai ab mai chali sone, aur tu jaa bathroom me.
She pointed towards my shorts.
Ayesha: Tu aise hilla le, warna kahi tere chaddi se bahar naa nikalne lag jaye.
I felt a little proud that she acknowledged my penis and a little shy also, but I replied.
Cenu: Tu bhi change kar le, gilli kachi me maat so.
For this she passed a smile a went inside the room where my mother was sleeping. I went inside bathroom, imagined my sisters mouth around my cock and released a huge amount in the commode.
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